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Well. Went to docs - turned into a family reunion - i met my Mum there - which was planned, and my brother which was not. I spoke more to my brother in the close confines of the waiting room than, well in the past two or three years put together.
Bizarre.

Outcomes: Mother has diabetes - has to see the nurse next week to learn all about it. She seems extremely blase and laid back about this, though did bemoan the fact she had bought a Christmas Pudding this year and may not be able to eat it!

I: Doctor poked and prodded. listened to my chest whilst telling me "breathe", which I kinda thought I was doing. Either way he declared that the antibiotics hadn't worked, gave me a new prescription of new medication - and signed me off, unprompted, for another week. - (The fact I sounded like an asthmatic carthorse may have prompted him a little bit.) Whilst the new meds mean I will have to do the whole of Christmas - and my birthday :( - stone cold sober, but I admit to being rather pleased to have another week off! With the Christmas break, this means I return on the 28th.

(My brother appears to have a sore back.)

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it becomes more inevitable fo rme I fear - mother and three of her sisters now have it. I plan to eat a lifetimes worth of sugar as soon as possible, just in case.

aw - I haven't been to the theatre in an age ( to be fair to me, all that appears theatrically locally are travelling farces!) - oh but I went to see a stage version of reservoir dogs once - in a tiny little independent theatre and I got spattered with fake blood and it ruined my skirt.

the same company did usual suspects too.

I do not overly indulge in honey, but I bought a jar of fig something(I can't remembe what it's called, it's like chutney but you slice it?) for cheese today, that I fear will not make it as far as the wrapping table.

i am typing this whilst my cat is sitting on my hands, this is quite a triumph.

Tonight is my work's 'do' - I am not going. Huzzah.

It was not your boon that I contemplated eating - I gave yours to the cat - seeing as I know how much of an animal lover you are I knew you wouldn't mind.

It just says:

FIG: fruits for cheese.

It sez it is a puree, yet tells you to slice it with a knife. How very bizarre.
I am very much certain this won't find it's way into Santa's sack.

I watched A Knight's Tale. Paul Bettany is rather good. No?

I am typing this with ALL my UNCRUSHED fingers.

nya nya nya na na!